Before release, 10,000 words of updates daily; after release, 10,000+ words of updates daily. "Master Victor, as the undisputed strongest mage in Faerûn, what is your secret to casting spells?" Facing the reporter's question, Victor adjusted his sunglasses, behind him piled high with dragon food and dismantled golems. "Secret? It's simple. When your Intelligence reaches 50, you can calculate the optimal landing point of your punch; when your Strength reaches 50, any magic resistance is paper-thin before your 'physical spells'." D&D Faerûn background: From Neverwinter to the Underdark, from Sword Coast to the Endless Sea, a perfect blend of role-playing and invincibility. Modified spellcasting: High-temperature, high-pressure steam pot (Fireball + Waterball), fully automatic litter box (teleportation), localized shrinking spell (no explanation needed)... Protagonist's current situation...

"The Rookie Mage's Journey Against Heaven"

The young man Chen Xuan awakened his magic talent by chance, but his magic was always full of problems in the initial stage, and he was called a "rookie mage" by his peers.

However, a mysterious ruins expedition changed his fate.

In the ruins, he got an ancient magic secret book and a magical wand.

From then on, Chen Xuan embarked on an adventure.

Along the way, he continued to practice and upgrade, and his magic became more and more powerful.

Faced with powerful monsters and evil magicians, he always came up with some strange but amazing ways to deal with them, and also made friends with elves, dwarves, orcs and other fantasy races.

[Western fantasy + multiple female leads + light comedy + Konosuba-like + team adventure + episodic drama]

"I've time-traveled quite a few times."

"As the saying goes, time travelers take turns sitting on the throne, and this year it's my turn. But too many time travelers isn't a good thing. So many time travelers have already come before me, and they've all done what I wanted to do. What do you want me to do?"

"Since things have come to this, I might as well go to the docks and get some fries... What, another big one? Life, can you please leave me alone this time? I just wanted to laze around!"

The lament of Mr. Baal, a mage, speculator, and legendary adventurer's party leader, who was in debt for hundreds of millions and was notorious far and wide, was thus expressed.

His squad members include, but are not limited to:

A melee mage who relies on underhanded tactics because he can't afford spellcasting materials.

A former hero who, lacking the money to buy a sword, practices boxing; who maxes out his cooking skills but still produces disastrous dishes.

The group buff is as fierce as a tiger, but the side effects are devastating – a self-destructing bard.

The only elven archer expelled from the Archers' Guild, every single one of his arrows misses the target.

Baal: "These teammates are poets!"

A succubus paladin trying to turn over a new leaf. A necromancer with extreme social anxiety who only lets skeletons socialize on his behalf. An orc priest who delves deeply into the realm of life but is very afraid of blood. And I, a traveler who doesn't belong to this world - a great bard. My name is Velen, and I was on the run when I unexpectedly found a diary. I thought it was a classic plot from Dragon Quest, but the god on the other side of the diary... doesn't seem very serious? Record stories and get rewards. Record fun and get more rewards. And our team of scumbags walking on the continent - seems to be the biggest fun in itself? [A worldview with a bit of everything], [Team road adventure], [Semi-diary], [More daily life]

"My name is Roach. I'm not a horse, nor am I a carrot. I

'm currently in pieces (literally), but since I've been put back together, I can be considered alive.

I don't have any special hobbies, nor do I have any special interpersonal relationships. By local standards, even if I'm not illiterate, I can be considered illiterate.

My main daily tasks are fishing, making soup, chopping wood, and feeding horses.

I haven't traveled around the world. You asked me what my main job is? Probably pets.

What are I good at? It seems that I'm not particularly good at anything. If I have to say, it's probably courting death.

If I have to say, I'm quite confident in my appearance because the witch praised me for being cute."

The man, with scars left by healed wounds on his face, smiled like a child as if he had just emerged from a hellish battlefield, and raised the axe in front of him.